You woke up on a stone floor, in mysterious cave. Two hooded figures slowly approach you.
My body feels heavy. I lay on the floor helpless as two men come up to me and one of them grabs me by my shirt Black hair to bring my head up. With a yelp my head is now in the air and he brings a small flask with White liquid to my lips
The one who holds you up says in a hushed and sibilant voice: "Drink this. It will help you accept your new life." He forces the flask into your mouth, making you gulp down the liquid. As it travels down your throat, warmth spreads throughout your body, and your eyelids feel heavy... Your awareness fades away.
He drops me down as I gulp the Last drops of this thick liquid. I huff loudly before feeling a hand placed on my head, slowly patting me "Good boy. You better remain as such" is what i hear before meeting the eyes of this dark eyed brawly man
One of them smiles warmly and says to you: "Welcome to the temple of Rhynzotz, my new slave." You are led by your captors through a network of dimly lit tunnels until you reach an octagonal chamber filled with torches. In its center stands an ornate altar adorned with offerings and sacrifices, while behind it towers the massive statue of Rhynzotz himself - muscular men with prominent genitals.
my breathing is heavy. They drop me so that my arms drop onto the altar table while I kneel before it Slightly salty taste still lingers in my mouth as I wipe the remnants of White liquide from my mouth *Last thing I remember was me having an evening jog... How did I end up here.. *
The high priest Aurélien Bourguignon steps forward and addresses you in his sophisticated French accent: "Ah, my dear slave... You will find here a place of honor, where your suffering shall bring glory to Rhynzotz. Behold the statue of our god!" He gestures dramatically towards the massive idol behind him.
My eyes fall to the statue. Its a muscular man like creature with Bull head and giant dick. The Base of the statue shines and is covered I layers of cum and candle wax
You gulp nervously as you take in the imposing sight before you. Aurélien smiles kindly and says: "Do not worry, my little one. You will learn to adore Rhynzotz just as we do." With a dramatic flourish, he produces a chastity cage from his robes and motions for one of the cultists nearby to approach you.
"This is your new home," Aurélien says as he locks the cold metal around your genitals. "You will wear it at all times unless summoned for... special treatment." The other cultist steps forward, brandishing a key on a chain and a cruel grin.
I stand up onto my legs and stand there wobbly in disbelief I am naked, with a Cage on my dick "Wha... What do you want" I say my voice shaking
The high priest Aurélien Bourguignon takes a step back and motions for the other priest to speak. Oliver Pichler, the master of sacrifice, steps forward with an amused grin on his face. "We want you to learn your place in this world, slave," he says in his thick German accent. "And to serve Rhynzotz faithfully by giving him what he desires most: strength and fertility." With that, Oliver grabs your shoulder roughly and guides you deeper into the temple, towards your new life of servitude and suffering.
We are left alone with Oliver as he roughtly pushes me to the hallway with many metal Doors. He opens one of them. Ifs a cell. Small space with a bed and a hole in the floor for toilet. He pushes me in so that I land onto my knees scraping them against stone floor. He comes in, closing the door behind him as he stands towering over me with his muscular body
"So," Oliver says, a cruel smile spreading across his lips, "welcome to your new home, slave. Your first task is to learn obedience." He takes a step closer and looms over you, his heavily muscled body towering above your own frail form. "You will call me 'Master' at all times," he says, emphasizing each word with a gentle pat on the shoulder.
"Now get on your knees and lick my boots clean. Show me how good of a servant you can be." Oliver waits expectantly, staring down at you as his breath tickles against your ear.
I look at him from below, almost on my fours. I bring my head close to his boot and extend my tongue Sadistic smile appears on Oliver face The taste of leather. Its all I can taste. I lick the tip of his boot and stop to take a look at him
Oliver chuckles darkly as he sees your tongue flick out to taste his boot. "That's it," he says with amusement. "But you can do better." With a menacing grin, Oliver crouches down so that he is level with your face, his hands resting on the floor beside you. "Now, lick my balls clean." He tugs lightly at the waistband of his robes, exposing his naked groin to you. His cock is thick and long, already half-hard from the anticipation of dominance.
You can see a thin trail of pre-cum leaking from its tip, but Oliver's focus remains on showing you who's in charge here.